Mr. Mom

... Yeah okay, so that was the title of a kid's comedy staring Michael Keaton, but hey. So my grandfather's health is rapidly getting worse and my mom is flying down to Texas. There she will meet with her sisters and parents as it looks like... well... yeah... So in the mean time I shall be my brother's keeper for lack of a better term (and no I do not mean that I will kill him... unless he makes me). That and I get to be the housekeeper for the week. Should be fun-ish-maybe... The entire next week I will be doing the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and anything else the family needs around the house, which also includes making my brother's lunch in the morning and seeing him off to school. I wish I could go with mom, not gonna lie, but then I have seen enough death spiral around me this year and now that it's directly affecting the family it's cold dark oppressive cloud is settling over my household. So... Anyone want to come over here and join me for dinner? I'll be home every day for the next week and a half... and somewhat tied to the house except during mid-day when everyone I know is busy.

I know I'm not talking about it much, or even that I am dancing around not talking about it. My grandfather's health has set a thick cloud of gloom around the house as my mother has spent each day by the phone waiting for news. And although I welcome a change of schedule and learning new things, forced change is always harder to accept than the kind chosen in my own lazy time. It will be a long boring week, but hopefully there will be enough to write about. If you could, make some time to stop by, or call, or write. Any contact will be appreciated.